Snippet #2459625

It's a dreary afternoon in Maydin Psychiatric Hospital and the patients (and nurses too) are lazily scattered about. Some still in their room, too medicated or depressed to come out, while others wandered and sat about the hall and cafetaria around the corner. Each with busy minds while appearing almost relaxed on the outside.. most of them, anyway. Just enjoying their freedom for how long it would take.

In a corner of the hall, near some conveniently placed plastic chairs a small brunette kept slowly walking from left to right, and back again. As recently placed in this this hospital from another one she didnt have much friends yet. Not that she was such a rainbow puking huggable character anyways- but just one person to speak to might be nice..
sadly nobody seemed in the mood for a nice chat or a laugh, and after last evening when she almost got her life ended by someone who DEFINATELY wasnt in the mood for a bit of socializing (or taking their meds on time) the whole friend thing seemed not that lovely anymore.
(Why would you still take them anyways...? They will keep treating you like a patient. because you're sick.. maybe they try to keep you here on a chain of them. You shouldnt take those anymore. It's poison. They will poison you.)
Her wandering step became a quicker, pacing journey from left, to right, to left, and back again.